Still clinging to the grains of sand remains
a hope of one and half degrees, unburned
its fossil carbon, drops still left undrained.
Today, on paper signed, a lesson learned:
when evidence is given we might act
to save this grain in universe, our soil,
and maybe trust the scientists whose facts
are telling us to leave, untouched the oil
still waiting in the voids between the grains
of sand, as earth’s the flower in our hands.
I know it’s hard to be hopeful, but the signature on an agreement to control carbon emission is a reason to celebrate. Let us keep up the pressure on our politicians to deliver on their promises. Oilsand is one of the remaining sources of fossil fuel, let us leave it where it is, which is exactly how we can see (and save) the world in a grain of sand. This is 10 line sonnetina for Kerry’s prompt at toads, I will link this one up at Poetry Pantry as well.
December 12, 2015